Chapter 32: Evidence
12:37 A.M.
7638 North Lake Street
Beth Harriday was a tawny little spitfire and she tanned too much. Her five-six frame was no more than eighty pounds and her blue doe-like eyes melted my heart. She had black hair down to her ass, always wore jeans and Mary Janes because of her job as a media reporter, and had the personality of always flirting with disaster.
At thirty-one, freshly married to Victor King, a video designing mogul with a healthy bank account and chiseled looks, Beth carried an iPad around with her wherever she went, using the device as a reporting tool.
She met me in the foyer of Jamie Bodice’s rented house and said, “It’s pretty gross upstairs.”
“What am I walking into?” I asked, holding my backup Nikon.
“The same scene that we walked into regard
